The people of the ice sea soon got into action.

After obtaining some mapmaps of the Shadow Elves' activities from the elves, as well as relevant information, they set off directly.

Nether also sent some elves to lead the way and cooperate.

He sat on his newly built throne, and the elves around him began to report to him all sorts of problems.

"Meat...... Not enough to eat. It wasn't until one of the elves uttered such a sentence that Nether instantly came to his senses.

During this time, the elves have been changing, after all, the outstanding point is that the elves have begun to eat a lot of meat.

The previous elves didn't eat meat, but they ate less, under normal circumstances, the elves mostly ate some vegetarian food, and every once in a while, they would eat some meat to prevent their bodies from becoming too weak.

The source of meat is generally euthanized animals, if some animals are in pain due to illness, old age, etc., the elves will help them die painlessly, and then take a part of the meat to eat.

Before, this meat was sufficient, but with the promotion of Nether's practice, the elves' food has increased greatly, and the vegetarian diet is sufficient, but the meat is completely insufficient.

The elves put the status of animals relatively high, roughly on an equal footing with themselves.

Therefore, they do not have the idea of farming, and it is unlikely that they will kill healthy animals for meat.

"Then trade with the Osayian Empire. Nether stood up and said, "They breed animals and have enough meat to eat. ”

Nether said, only to find that the elves did not accept the order as unconditionally as before, and many of the elves had a different color on their faces.

There was even an elf who stood up and proposed, "King Nether, can you put the cultivation method aside first......

Nether looked over, and although the elf looked stunned, he didn't give up his words, but said after a little silence: "The price of cultivation is too great. ”

"What price did we pay?" asked Nether with interest, rather than getting angry.

"Well, it makes the elves less like elves. The elf muttered.

"And what do you think the elves should look like? was it the way it was when the Priesthood ruled some time ago, or was it like it was more than a hundred years ago, when the Children of Nature were still around, or was it even earlier, when the elves ruled the world?"

Nether's rhetorical question made the elf stunned for a moment, he didn't really know what the elf should look like, he was just disgusted by the change.

They spoke out against Nether, partly because Nether implemented the practice and changed their habits on a large scale, and partly because they gradually recovered from the aftermath of the civil strife.

Once again, they have returned to a stable life, so that the past seems to be less painful, and the ostrich mentality rises again, unwilling to pay attention to the dangers of the outside world, as long as they see that they can still get by, they do not want to make any changes.

Because these elves are afraid, strange, unknown, always terrifying.

Even though Nether described a bright future to them many times, some people were still afraid.

So some less obvious changes are okay, they can accept changes that don't involve themselves, they can become stronger, just change some appearances, and there is no problem.

But once faced with the most significant habit of eating meat, and the previous labor pains have passed for a while, they are reluctant to continue to reform from the bottom of their hearts.

Therefore, the reason why the elf did not eat enough meat in the first place was to make Nether stop practicing the method.

This is a temptation of the elves to Nether, perhaps intentionally or unintentionally, but once Nether lets them go, then the resistance to reform will increase, and the progress of reform may even be reversed.

Nether understands this, of course, and he needs to change their mindset again so that they are less afraid of change.

The best way to change and eliminate fear is to put the greater fear on the opposite side.

The threat of the Shadow Elves is still outside, and humans have never let their guard down against the Elves, and Nether has raised these two points many times before, but most of the Elves have gradually chosen to ignore them.

On the one hand, human beings are in a blunt knife to cut the flesh of the elves, every time there is a conflict, the elves are only in pain, and although the shadow elves have set off civil strife before, but during this time, Nether took the elves to intercept the Shadow Tree to bewitch the humans, but they have never clashed head-on with the shadow elves, and these people naively believe that the head-on conflict will not appear again.

On the other hand, it's not nice to say, there is blood among the elves, most of them have gone to follow Matteo, and after the civil strife, those who are still confused and stay in the elven village are some soft bones.

They didn't have a clear sense of the danger, so this time Nether was going to point it all out, not just to point it out, but to pierce their wounds, tearing open all the wounds they had forgotten, reminding them of the fear of being done whatever humans and the Shadow Elves wanted.

"Since we are talking about the image of the elves, then go on, and which of you still remember what the elves looked like in the beginning?" said Nether, "You don't remember, or selectively forget. ”

"A thousand years ago, the elves were at their peak, and we had a population of nearly a million, and now we are fifty thousand. ”

"A hundred years ago, the elves, led by the Children of Nature, had a population of more than 100,000, and now there are 50,000. ”

"A few months ago, the elves, led by the priesthood, barely had a population of 70,000, but now it is 50,000. ”

"So where are the populations? Can anyone answer my question?"

"Let me tell you, if we die, if we do not change, but continue to shrink our heads like that, and wait for disaster to come, then our population will continue to fall, from fifty thousand, to ten thousand, to thousand, and finally there is only one elf left, standing on a deserted and broken homeland, dying alone and desperately. ”

"Who will be the last elf? is it you? or you?" asked Nether, pointing to the elves.

"You will all die, and die a miserable death, either you will be captured by the Shadow Elves and become puppets of the Shadow Tree, dying in endless desires, or you will be exiled into human society, become so-called rarities, be played in captivity by the aristocracy of the human race, and die in endless humiliation. ”

"When I ascended the throne, did you remember what you shouted forever, and you have forgotten it?"

"Even so, are you still unwilling to change?"

"So now, I said I was going to trade meat with the Human Empire, who else had an opinion?" asked Nether as he sat back on his throne and asked the elves.